“Damn it, girl! Use the litter box. The freaking litter box!” Jason’s face was on its third shade of red since he found the puddle around his sneakers. His kitten just sat there staring at him while he ranted.
Shaking his head, Jason picked up the kitten and carried her to the litter box. When he placed her in it, he pointed at the grains. “Here. Go potty here. Got that?”
Finished, Jason walked over and picked up his sneakers, causing a dead spider the size of a nickel to roll out. He looked at his kitten. “You lucky little…”